[Ryo's voice floats from just outside the bedroom door.] Last chance.
[That's Momo's only warning before he's turning the door handle with an elbow and coming in, phone in one hand and an opened bag of ~wavy~ mango salsa chips in the other.]
[To be fair, it's kind of his fault (it's 100% his fault) that dealing with Momo has become something akin to coaxing out a cautious animal.
That little whine doesn't go unnoticed. Ryousuke's smile widens ever so slightly, reminiscent of someone who's got their prey right where they want them.]
Mmm. They're good...
[The potato chips are still held out, should Momo be brave enough to reach for them.]
[Close. Close enough to reach for one delectable chip, but also in range for Ryousuke's arm to come swinging down for a swift karate chop. It doesn't make contact -- instead hovering right above Momo's head.]
But first- give me one good reason why I shouldn't tell Makoto where you are right now.
[HE INHALES, AUDIBLY -- that high-pitched gasp every mother's familiar with. When their youngest son knocks over the last gallon of milk just before a snowstorm, or walking into a room with newly-crayola'd walls. It's so unfitting for Momo, but it happens, and he ends up choking on his saliva.]
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you're not particularly subtle.
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are you going to come out or not? :)
i have your mango salsa chips. :)
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r they wavy?
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they're not the spicy flavour, but these aren't bad.
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i won't stop you.
[If Kuramochi even has any drinks stashed away in his room... Ryousuke replaced everything with tomato juice recently because he's petty af]
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he only wants to have
a talk.]
if you're going to take this long, i'm coming in.
you better not be doing anything dirty.
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y would i b doing dirty stuff in SOMEONE ELSES HOUSE???????????
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just covering all bases.
[Ryo's voice floats from just outside the bedroom door.] Last chance.
[That's Momo's only warning before he's turning the door handle with an elbow and coming in, phone in one hand and an opened bag of ~wavy~ mango salsa chips in the other.]
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Momo observes from clear across the room, clutching the phone with both hands, squinting at the potato chip bag once it comes into view.]
HUH! You were being serious?!
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And then he's going to slowly reach into the bag, take a chip, and - crunch - eats it. With purpose.]
Are you calling me a liar?
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No...but...
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[To Yamazaki's house.]
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That's a shame. I thought you wanted these. [rustling the bag of potato chips. here, kitty kitty.]
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He swallows, looks from side to side, then inches his way over to Ryo...verrry slowly. Like he's trying to approach a pigeon for petting purposes.]
Only a little bit...
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That little whine doesn't go unnoticed. Ryousuke's smile widens ever so slightly, reminiscent of someone who's got their prey right where they want them.]
Mmm. They're good...
[The potato chips are still held out, should Momo be brave enough to reach for them.]
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[He's close enough...tentatively reaching to shove his hand into the bag........]
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But first- give me one good reason why I shouldn't tell Makoto where you are right now.
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[He's squatting at a halfsies angle -- like he's going to squat but froze halfway.]
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